Higher Stakes [Strings: Part 1]

Chapter 18: Waiting

“Not now, Bradley.”

“Now is perfect, Marie.”

“Shut up Cedric!”

Right by Santa Monica pier, Demi parked her car by an old building. She put on her shades and got out of her car. Clutching her phone tightly in her now sweaty palms, she was feeling the heat now. She was nervous.

‘C’mon, just get this over with!’ she thought.

Taking in one rush breath of air, she marched across pavement into an old looking building. Walking through the back, she was now moving along a long white concrete wall hallway. She looked at the plaques on the walls as she walked, trying to not get nervous and maybe even anger.

Sound of drums banging and guitar strumming was heard. It was coming from the further end of the hallway. She recognized immediately. It sounded like her boyfriend’s, going to be her ex, rock and roll band. She stopped.

In front of her was a huge wooden door with a sign, ‘Metrostation’ hanging. She grabbed the knob, twist and opens it wide. Her mouth was once again was wide open hanging.

“Look,” Selena started, suddenly, after five rounds of breadsticks, “I love Demi as much as you do. I want the best for her. But dude, you got to wait.”

“I am,” Bradley replied, “It’s you that not making it easy.”

“Stop complaining.”

“Oh… my… GOD!” Rages were rushing into her, in a speed of light. Disgusted by what she has seen, she shouted one thing that she has been dying to say as of that moment. “WE’RE DONE!” Slamming the door behind her, she turned in her heels and quickly marched off to leave.

How could he? He lied to her. He cheated on her with a girl. This time, it’s a different girl from the picture.

“Demi! Baby! Wait, it’s not what you think!”

She could hear him behind her, trying to keep up. One swift look over her shoulder, Trace Cyrus was hopping across the floor with his pants down by his knees. He was trying to pull it up. “STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU PIG!” she yelled, fastening her paces.

“Baby! Please! Let me explain!” Trace called her. As if luck was on his side, Trace was now standing by the exit with his arms spread out , drawing out as much as he could to her. “She’s nothing. She’s just a friend. She’s just a slut.”

“Get out of my way.” Demi told him, looking away.

“Baby, please, you got to believe me. She was all over me.”

“Get out or I’ll call the cops.”

“You won’t do that.”

“Come on, you can’t have other people settle with your dirt.” There he went.

“What did you just said?”

Trace took the moment to think about what he just let out. That last comment sure pushing Demi’s button. She looked mad, heck, she looked furious. “Get out of my way or you’ll get it.”

“Please Demi, you’re freaking bluffing, like hell.”

SMACK!!

Trace was thrown down against the wall. He was screaming in pain. His hand was glued to his cheek. “Crap! Shit! You bitch!”

“You deserve that.” Demi said calmly. She walked over Trace to the door and let herself out to the parking lot. Jabbing the key into the ignition, she started the engine and drive off Santa Monica.

In the store room, Bradley was ticking the checklist for the three weeks’ supplies. Checking the boxes, ticking it and then checking another and so forth; he sighed and continued with his work.

Suddenly the store room door swung open. “Get the boxes right over there if you can” Bradley automatically said, gesturing at an empty corner.

“I don’t have any boxes.” A female voice replied. He turned around.

“Demi? What are you doing here?”

She smiled. “You.”

“Huh?”

Afterwards, she was running. Right to him. With her arms swung around his neck. She caught him by surprise. Standing on her toes, even with the heels she had on, Bradley was still taller than her. The weight of her body caused him to fall back and landed on a wooden box filled with potatoes.

Even thought the store room was cold, all she could feel is the heat. The heat for him. Pulling away from the embrace, she rests her forehead against his and whispers, “I want you.”

“How about him?” he replied, feeling worried.

“All I want is you.” She smirked. “Signed…” She kissed his lips once. “Sealed…”

She came on to him. Holding his face close, she slowly pressed her body to him, making sure it is right; she slowly pressed her quivering lips against his taking it in nicely. Moving and moving and it felt just right. “Delivered.” She finished.

“Not yet,” he hastily replied, touching and seized her face. He stood up from the box and leaned down to her, firmly holding her. Again, their lips met for another magical moment. No more words were said inside the storeroom. 

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